[Verse 1: Eazy Mac]
Thinking out loud
I should have a crown on my head right now
I should have a palace with a helicopter pad on the towers
And a "clap, clap" turns the lights down
Yeah, I'm talking "clap, clap", change your lifestyle
Clap, clap, clap, everybody lie down
Yeah, it's a stick up, stick up, don't sit up, sit up
Now the industry about to get a hiccup, hiccup
It's Eazy, high since last week
Smell the weed in the air, that's a gas leak
Plan B for anybody that's tryna pa** me
Gonna end up in the back seat of the back seat
([?]), yeah it keeps me happy
Eating rappers out of the rappers out of the pantry
(Player of the game) b**hes love the athletes
(Player of the game) b**hes getting nasty
Hey, Ashley
Asscheeks leak, leaking out your pant crease
And she brought a friend, so I showed her friend my dick
Now her friend wanna go halfsies
[Verse 2: Bdice]
All I hear is gimme, gimme, gimme, I said "woah, they better get back"
I meant that, got 'em back like a pimp slap
Brought a pair of girls named Penny, where ya sense at?
Heavyweight, what you got? I could bench that
I raise bars, but first raise eyebrows
Naked photos of beautiful girls on my iCloud
[?], but my sound they behind now
On a pedestal, it's too much to climb down
Emotions open, you broken knowing you can't speak
Spoke a potion, [?] fact sheet
Just an athlete, where the vocal and the track meet
Try to pa** me, but I run it, how could you catch me?
Guess [?] mind state right now
Like I made "Good Fella", ya'll can hate my style
But this shorty [?] flow when I body yo audio
Nobody know how, I'm just thinking out loud